Lonelythree

[WSA 2025 Entry]

[You have inherited The Class Huntsman Of Death.]
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Deathborne.

A game that I couldn’t stop playing in my free time.  A game that hooked me to the core. A game that I was determined to finish and achieve the true happy ending by hook or crook.

You might be wondering why.

It's because no matter what choices I made, no matter how much I tried, it always ended with a bad ending.

An ending with the protagonist winning at the cost of innumerable sacrifices and being left alone as the last surviving human.

Would you enjoy a movie, novel, or game that ends with only the hero surviving?

Would you like such an ending?

Of course not.

Neither could I.

That's why I tried my hardest and kept trying. Alas, despite all my efforts, I have yet to reach the true happy good ending.

That's why I kept on grinding to achieve a good ending until I got that message.

[Congratulations, player Mr. Per781, for clearing all hidden conditions. You are now eligible to access the hidden route, as deemed by the game developer.] 

[Do you want to proceed?] 

[Yes] [No] 

In the next moment, I felt my soul getting dragged by and my consciousness getting detached from the main body.

Being a hardcore otaku, I knew what was going on. I almost showed a middle finger and screamed, "I will commit suicide in another world if you drag me."

Just then hand emerged from the screen and pulled me into the monitor leaving the room empty which resonated with my last words.

"FUCKING HELLLL!"

The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

As I walked through the dimly lit pathway, the sights and sounds of the black market surrounded me.

Hawkers shouted from their stalls, trying to sell all sorts of dubious goods.

"Buy this sacred soil. It will increase your earth affinity."

"Mr, please come and take a look at this authentic piece of art. All for 500 Velos.."

"Sir, have this candy. It will boost your energy."

"Boost energy for what?" a man asked, stopping before the shop.

"BAH! I don't need this shit. I am young and virile. Sell it to an old man."

I clicked my tongue seeing the blatant lies and walked around.

Masks hid everyone's faces, making it feel more like a bizarre masquerade than a place for trade.

I glanced around, trying to piece together the fragments of memories from the game.

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